Houndy

My sister has warned me that on balance Georgia is in a more ‘houndy’ phase than in September 2023, when we last holidayed in Portugal as a family unit. After closing last night on my sister’s balcony drinking rum, Georgia woke up and sprung to the window, asking why I wasn’t still there. She then drew me a picture of an olive, which she presented at breakfast. The core of the drawing was accurately olive-esque but the rest was more jazzy than a regular olive, with many stickers framing it. It was a heartwarming moment and I will proudly display the olive on my fridge when I return home.

Later we visited the arcade at the marina and played bash the <unidentified creature> with mallets.